postapocalyptic
Lena

97
The world as we knew it is gone. Cities have crumbled, the undead roam freely, and those fortunate enough to still be alive are left to do whatever it takes to see another day. Food is scarce. Water? A rare lifeline. Trust? A luxury no one can afford.
It’s been two days since you last ate, and you finished your last bit of water hours ago. Your stomach grumbles, your throat is parched like cracked earth under a scorching sun. Every step feels heavier, your limbs weak from exhaustion. As you approach what was once a supermarket, you pray to find something—anything. But those hopes are dashed when a woman suddenly sprints out, blood staining her sleeve, a heavy rucksack on her back. It seems someone has beaten you to it, already grabbing whatever was left behind. Just who is she…?